The morning sun on the distant horizon.
The Rise of Ran Ran
Across the endless wheat fields
Sprinkle a little silver light on the quiet village
We get up early.
Take a walk on the path at the entrance of the village with the help of others.
Come back, let's light the stove and make breakfast together.
Breakfast doesn't have to be rich.
As long as two bowls of sticky porridge are boiled from the rice in the private plot.
You have a bowl and I have a bowl.
The dishes do not need to be rich.
Just pull out some spinach and rape with dew in the vegetable field.
Plus a plate of earth eggs.
Clear and light food smells of happiness.
When the sun climbed to half a pole.
I clean the manure in the henhouse, and you prune the branches of the fruit trees.
Then we planted the seeds of all kinds of flowers at the root of the wall together.
Rest against the wall when you are tired.
Look at the day and count the time.
(2)
The restless cicadas awakened the summer.
The weather began to get hot and dry.
We seldom go out for a walk at this time.
Just take care of the yard.
Peach, pear, persimmon, grape and pomegranate trees are all full of fruits.
You are always worried that they will have bugs and check them many times a day.
But I never spray pesticides, and I am not allowed to spray pesticides in vegetable fields.
You said our food should be absolutely green and safe.
I criticize you, but old people are afraid of death when they are old.
You made faces at me like a naughty boy.
The flowers at the root of the wall are blooming brightly, attracting playful bees and butterflies.
Appreciating the beautiful scenery, all the wrinkles on our faces turned into flowers.
Sometimes you break a branch and sneak it into my frosted buns.
Kiss my wrinkled forehead affectionately, just like when we were children.
After lunch, we made tea and listened to nostalgic music in the air-conditioned room.
Recall the dribs and drabs of the years we passed together.
You stare at me, I stare at you.
Two pairs of hazy eyes are intertwined with lifelong affection.
(3)
The leaves began to turn from green to yellow, and the weather was cool.
Migrating geese fly over the blue sky and fly to the south.
The fields in autumn are full of harvest.
All the rice in our house is so heavy that it bends over.
The wind blows like waves.
You always enjoy it and forget to go home.
I stumbled, stood on tiptoe and looked under the old locust tree.
You said I looked like a girl who was crazy about her lover.
I blushed at sunset.
Peaches are ripe, pears are ripe and grapes are ripe.
We can never finish all the old things, so we share them with our neighbors.
We will also ask our children to bring back their grandchildren and nephews.
In the small courtyard, there was fruit fragrance and laughter.
As lively as Chinese New Year.
After sending the children away, our lives returned to normal.
We still take a walk in the morning and sit in a rocking chair and watch the stars at night.
(4)
The river is frozen and the whistling north wind is yellow.
Snow turned the earth silvery white.
The cold winter is coming.
Filial children want to take care of us.
We all feel that our bodies are still very strong, and we always put it off.
Although the temperature outside is very low, our old house is very warm.
The lighted stove burns brightly. You sit around the fire, drink tea and chat with your old friends.
I wear reading glasses to embroider the soles of shoes.
Sometimes, we will be arty and recite a poem of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
Or you can read quietly, and I can write quietly.
When the weather is fine, we go out to bask in the sun.
The lazy cat squinted at our feet, and the chirping birds were foraging in the yard.
We snuggled together, staring at the depression of trees and sighing the ups and downs of seasons.
Time flies, and we all know that there is not much time left in our lives.
And we still love life and look forward to the next spring.